A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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naino me kajal

Aj mai nayano me kajal laga ke chali,

Palko par apki khubsoorat tasveer saja ke chali,

Intzaar Kahte Hai

इंकार को इकरार कहते हे
If I Were To Write A Poem

If I were to write a poem,

It would be a fantastic piece of art,

Many people woul

Hope Behind The Shadows Of Pain
In some others pretty eyes
There's a great painful disguise
Disguise that dressed their lonely

pyaar ko jataya nahi jata

pyaar karke koi jatay ye zaruri to nahi

yaad karke koi batay ye zaruri to nahi

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SHAYAD TUMHEN YAAD NAHI

शायद तुम्हें याद नहीं, पर उस दिन कि बा�

Friendz Are Be Like

Opposites

I say yes and you say no

I say bye and you say hello

Butterfly'

Regret And Pain

Here I am, stumbling down the street

The rain's pouring down

I'm staring at my fe

Missing...

I've hunted near, I've hunted far

I even looked inside my car.

I've lost my glass

PAKE TUMKO KHONA NAHI HAI......

PAKE TUMKO KHONA NAHI HAI......

JIINE SE PHLE MRNA NHI HAI.....

KASOOR HAI ITNA H